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When I was younger, I sought the world.
Now that I've found it, I seek the light.
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It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
Ah, this is soooo relatable! I just wanna find the light, grab it and be gone from this world while shouting, "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Do you have to look hard to find it? ❤
Amen! That'll preach, sister!
This is nice Rachel. I like the spiritual bend to this!
You can do both. Just wear shades.
And when you find the light? 💡
Beautiful! A little gem.
Excellent & so true!
Felt this. Remarkable with just a few chosen words. Well done, chum!
Rachel your perspective has shifted over time, Thank you for sharing this reflection!